Classic Poem

Ah! my heart, ah! what aileth thee
To set so light by liberty,
Making me bond when I was free?
Ah! my heart, ah! what aileth thee?

When thou were rid from all distress,
Void of all pain and pensiveness,
To choose again a new mistress,
Ah! my heart, ah! what aileth thee?

When thou were well, thou could not hold;
To turn again, that were too bold.
Thus to renew my sorrows old,
Ah! my heart, ah! what aileth thee?

Thou knowest full well that but of late
I was turned out of Loves gate,
And now to guide me to this mate!
Ah! my heart, ah! what aileth thee?
I hoped full well all had been done,
But now my hope is ta'en and won,
To my torment to yield so soon,
Ah! my heart, ah! what aileth thee?